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’
Are
you
trying
to
say
it
might
reach
us
at
the
same
time
as
the
ceremony
?
’
’
Um
.
More
sort
of
,
um
,
before
it
,
’
said
Cutwell
wretchedly
.
There
was
no
sound
but
the
drumming
of
Keli
’
s
fingers
on
the
edge
of
the
table
.
Cutwell
wondered
if
she
was
going
to
break
down
,
or
smash
the
mirror
.
Instead
she
said
:
’
How
do
you
know
?
’
He
wondered
if
he
could
get
away
with
saying
something
like
,
I
’
m
a
wizard
,
we
know
these
things
,
but
decided
against
it
.
The
last
time
he
’
d
said
that
she
’
d
threatened
him
with
the
axe
.
’
I
asked
one
of
the
guards
about
that
inn
Mort
talked
about
,
’
he
said
.
Then
I
worked
out
the
approximate
distance
it
had
to
travel
.
Mort
said
it
was
moving
at
a
slow
walking
pace
,
and
I
reckon
his
stride
is
about
—
’
’
As
simple
as
that
?
You
didn
’
t
use
magic
?
’
’
Only
common
sense
.
It
’
s
a
lot
more
reliable
in
the
long
run
.
’
She
reached
out
and
patted
his
hand
.
’
Poor
old
Cutwell
,
’
she
said
.
